I picked her up carefully, I could hear her breath rasping as I moved back into the street. I laid her across the seat, kneeling on the floor as I pulled the door closed. "GO," I said, and he screeched the tires as he pulled back out. I checked her quickly, placing her on her side to prevent her from choking on blood. Starting at her head, I could see the gash on the back of her head was healed, but the blood still coated her hair. I could feel broken bones and ribs, probably the cause of her wheezing. "She might have a punctured lung," I said as he took a corner at speed. I had to put my hand down to keep from rolling around. "How far to the hospital?"
"We're not going to the hospital," he said as he pulled his phone out. I ignored the rapid-fire conversation in Russian as I continued to
